Friday, January 16, 2015

Merely 10 grams of Freedom

:Why don't you leave me alone?
:What? Ok. I will, forever. I am sick of your desire to be free.
:Darling. Darling, don't get me wrong. I don't want freedom.
:Then, what about your constant Inquilabs.
: Well, I want you to make the illusion of freedom around me.
:I am not a magician.
:(smirks) I know. Well, what I would do with absolute freedom? I'd perish, for sure.
:You're so confused.
:Am I? Well, the whole world lives in confusion. They just refuse to admit it.
:Grrrrr

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Love and Absence

"How do I fill the void of your absence, do you realize?" The warm words mixed with smoke flew out of her lazy lips. Her gaze fixed at the zig zag curve resting at top of the hill that separated the blue sky from the green hill. The old philosopher turned his glance at her and then at the rings of smoke coming out of her mouth. After a long time he had come from jungles to meet her.
She rocked the cigarette and looked at the butts lying around. There was no sound except the occasional chirping of cuckoos and feeble sound of rushing fountain. Understanding her without judging, he was an opportunity to unburden which she longed to love, yet could never got hold of him. The more she grasped him, the more he slipped out of her hands. He was among a few people, actually a very few people, who touched her soul and departed with a kiss on her cheeks.
"Oldie," she called him "did you ever wait for something?" Her gaze beholding his long grey beard and disheveled curly hair which time to time danced upon his wrinkled face.
He nodded.
"God's heaven, Oldie. It's a moment. You too wait for something, Oldie." Her fit of laughter, mixed with hatred and anger, echoed back from mountains. "Well, what is that thing?"
"The moment of forgiveness." He said and looked at her eyes. Red eyes met each other. Eyes red with insurmountable amount of anger and then suddenly an irresistible longing looked at the eyes red and welled with tears of remorse.
He passed his fingers through her dark shining hair and waited for her to calm. At once her anger shattered to pieces and she drew him closer.
He felt smoke coming out of her lips against his nose. He opened his arms and embraced her. With every moment of strong presence, the embrace tightened and tightened as if to crush her with his love.
"I am the Gunpowder, Oldie. Burn me. Love me. I have taught you to love, Oldie.." she whispered "Love me madly. Love me always. "



Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Love and charm

Lover to Philosopher
Charms fade,
With tides of time.
The gleam of beautiful eyes
No longer send shivers of love
Down the spine.
Charms fade,
With tides of time.
Hugs aren't that warm,
My heart indifferent to kisses.
Spell of smell has withered.
Her grey hair no longer hisses.
Old Philosopher!
O wise old Philosopher,
what will happen to my love then?
Guide me, 

for my love has gone.
Philosopher replies
O my dear young lover!
Like beauty and wisdom,
Charm is an illusion.
Love is a verb too,
and not just a noun.
Delight of love is perennial,
for love permeates the eternal time and space.
Be careful because,
rare precious moments will,
make or break love.
Hold on hard!
Hold on to them, 
Kiss longer, 
till hearts get wet. 
Tighten the embrace, 
till few ribs break. 
Clutch the hair 
till tears well the eyes.
Love awakens
when heart pains.
Remember lovely first rains, 
Nights spent under candle-lights,
The gloomy evenings the happy nights.